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Children: Our most valuable natural resource.
To All the Stuffed Ones I've Loved Before
Green check gingham-patterned frog is perched ever smiling on my window ledge, reminding me of how fantastic life is. After snatching up said frog on impulse from a thrift store, I neglected to give this stuffed beacon of eternal joy a name but arbitrarily assigned him a gender. His assignment was simple: 1. Be forever cute and lovable. 2.Retain softness and remind me to smile (whenever he could get my attention.)
By The Dani Writer6 years ago in Families
UNSTAGED TRUTH FROM PERFORMER TO MOTHERHOOD
Since the age of six, I was already dreaming of the life as a performer. Nothing else interested me growing up as long as dance was a part of my life, I was a very happy girl. I am so grateful that my parents gave me the freedom to do what really inspired me through my growing years and allowed me to either grow through the industry or perhaps take a different path. Well I never did take that different path, I knew music, movement and creativity was what made my soul happy. I knew this was my path in life and I never doubted it for a minute.
By A M Y Uncensored & Real6 years ago in Families
The Sport Of Parenting
Just this morning, my three-year-old son threw a shoe at my head. We were out all together at a restaurant when it happened. I was not prepared for the footwear assault, but I probably should have been. What surprised me most was not that my dear son chose to beam me with one of his gross, mud-encrusted shoes, but rather that he passed up many more enticing and accessible objects to maim me with. Directly within his toddler reach was a crumb-speckled butter knife, a plastic cup filled with primary-colored crayons, a full glass of water, and a very aerodynamically designed salt shaker—yes, the kind that looks like a rocket just dying to be launched into the heavens (or a dad’s face).
By David Metzger6 years ago in Families
For All The Souls in The World
The first thing you notice about Tennessee is the sky. The rich blues with dashes of pink and fluffy drops of white are like looking into a painting. But the life of one Rhiannon Davis could be defined by surreal beauty and picturesque landscapes.
By Christa Hill6 years ago in Families
Caring for Nan
“Has anyone seen my baby?” cried Nan, hysterically jerking up from her recliner. Looking up from his doodle Jaden closed his book and said lovingly “Yes Nan, she’s sleeping right now and has a clean diaper. If you’d like to nap I can wake you up when she’s hungry.”
By D Williams6 years ago in Families
Story Time With WInter Madison
Hello readers! Join me on Story Time With Winter Madison as we read stories together. Story Time is a time to relax, snuggle with your favorite stuffed buddy or blanket, and listen to stories read by Winter Madison. Our Storytime today followed a little boy and his dinosaur on a hilarious series of events that all started when he gave his Dinosaur a crayon!
By Winter Madison6 years ago in Families
Willow Arrows
Willow Arrows © David Philip Ireland, All rights reserved I wonder if he knew I was coming. I don’t expect he did. In the villages of the Forties, babies came and went with the harvesting of cabbages, the arrival of Doctor O’Dowd, the cackle of storks.
By David Philip Ireland6 years ago in Families
